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Alpha/Beta/Omega
In our world, sexual roles are commonly defined by genders -- male or female or other, by sexualities -- gay or straight, bi or asexual or in-between. But what if they were defined by something else entirely?
Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse is a fusion of fanfiction tropes and animalistic behavior. In this world, sexual roles are divided into three categories: the Alphas (the dominant, the protective and the aggressive), the Betas (ordinary humans) and the Omegas (submissive, fertile and able to carry children).
RESOURCES:CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut contains descriptions of animalistic sexual behavior as applied to humans, situations of dubious consent, explicit situations, mpreg, and scenarios of societal oppression. Click with caution!
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.
ROLES:
1 - The Alpha.
* Stereotypically type A personalities.
* Anatomically: Males have a penis; females may have a penis in addition to a vagina.
* Alphas knot their mates, meaning that the base of the penis swells and locks them inside their mate while they produce copious amounts of semen in an effort to breed.
* Strong sense of smell.
* Near an Omega in heat, they experience a compulsion to mate that is almost impossible to overcome.
* Alphas may go into rut, which is their equivalent of Omega heat, and drives them to mate.
2 - The Beta.
* Ordinary human being.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* Can mate to anyone.
* Might be able to smell hormones of Omegas and Alphas, but will not be overwhelmingly affected by them.
3 - The Omega.
* Stereotypically submissive, quiet, intelligent and less physically able.
* Female anatomy is similar to Betas; males are self-lubricating and may have either an external or internal vaginal setup.
* Regularly go into heat, which involves being overcome by the urge to mate. They are unable to consent while in heat.
* May be made compliant by a bite to the neck. However, that may also induce a mating bond.
* Often regarded as second-class citizens or prizes to be won.
SITUATIONS:
1 - Bonding - Love at first sight. You've spotted your soulmate. You can smell them, you can feel them, you know that they'll be with you until the end of your days. Unless there's something between the two of you. It could be age - maybe one of you has to wait until the other has reached maturity. It could be that the bond is one-sided, and the other has yet to fall in love. It could be an unwanted bond, or society could have divided you into different places. Is your love strong enough to conquer?
2 - Heat/Rut - The need is coming on you strong. Everyone for a half-mile around can smell it. Better find someone to ride it out with, or hole yourself up in a room with a few bottles of water and a durable sex toy. And you'd better hope that there isn't someone out there who will take advantage of your pliable state. Best case scenario, there might be a Beta who can take care of you, or fend off anyone too predatory.
3 - Pregnancy - Whether through a heat or not, you're pregnant. Congratulations - or condolences. Is it time to start a family, or time to start panicking?
4 - Suppressants - You're using suppressants to keep yourself on an even hormone cycle, skipping heats, or maybe pretending to pass as a different class of society. After all, Omegas might want to be in the military, where they're not usually allowed - or an Alpha might want to take a job in a university or as a nurse. Shouldn't they be allowed to, if their hormones are suppressed? Just hope that you don't miss a dose.
5 - Mistaken Identity - That friend that you always thought was an Alpha, or an Omega, or a neutral Beta, turns out to be something entirely different, and your world is turned absolutely upside down. Does it challenge your preconceptions? Or does it just ruin the balance between you two?
6 - Unlikely Pairs - After all, there's no actual reason that Alphas have to mate with Omegas. Maybe two Omegas can satisfy each other. Or two Alphas. Or your intended mate could easily be a Beta. Maybe this is just about breaking out of your pre-established role and becoming something new.
7 - Manifestation - In some cases, an individual may not know they are Omega, Beta or Alpha until their first heat/rut/manifestation, usually happening in early teen years. It may take you by surprise; it may be a blessing, or may be a deep disappointment.
8 - Other - Adventures in getting jobs, making families, fighting bad guys, and anything else you can come up with!
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Stop being such a girl, Merlin.
[ It's a quiet little huff that's quickly followed with a kiss. Arthur isn't just strong, he's heavy with muscle, which makes keeping Merlin in place far easier than it should be. His breathy words force a bead of precome to the head of his aching cock: he'll make him feel good, he promised, and perhaps for the first Arthur believes every word without question. He reaches behind himself to fist Merlin's dick before rubbing the tip against his too-wet hole. ]
Promise me again.
[ But it's no so much a condition as a desperate request, because Arthur's too far gone in his heat to stop now. He wets his lips and pushes down to take the head of Merlin's cock — there's resistance, of course there is, because Arthur's never done this before, but his body knows what it has to do even if he's still uncertain himself. The moment when the tight muscle gives pulls a sharp gasp from his lips; ]
Oh— Gods, Merlin ...
[ Sinking down on him is slow progress. Arthur rolls his hips on a soft groan as he takes him, inch by inch, although he only makes it half-way before he's lifting up again. He laughs, a little breathless, as he stretches and squeezes around Merlin's cock, before pushing a hand through his hair and spreading his thighs a little wider. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ Words Arthur's never said before — words only a heat like this could induce. He's drunk on Merlin's Alpha scent; his lips; his cock, and as much is evident in his rosy flush, but Arthur wouldn't be Arthur if he wasn't going to make it at least a little bit difficult. Omega or no. ]
Tell me.
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I promise, I'll make you feel so good. Like you do after a good, hard training. Loose and tired but adored. I do, Arthur. I do.
[This time Merlin does surge forward, but wanting a kiss most of all. Until he feels Arthur's arse squeezing around the head of his cock, and Merlin falls back to clutch at the sheets. It's hot and wet and perfect, and he watches his cock being taken inch by inch. The tightness and friction is nothing less than exquisite.]
Touch yourself.
[Arthur makes demands and it's the first thing that comes to mind. He knows that even with the high colour of his skin and the sounds that he makes, it isn't easy for him, can't be. And Merlin made a promise.]
I want you to touch yourself, and think about me. All those nights that I did it...touch yourself until you come all over me, until you cover my scent with yours.
[Merlin turns his head to the side, spots a phial of oil that he knows Arthur uses for sore muscles. There's a quick flash of gold in his eyes as his magic brings it to his hand. Hopefully Arthur was too distracted with his cock.]
Think of my mouth, tasting your cock, licking you clean. You're not leaving this room smelling like that. Mated or not, every knight in that courtyard would still-
[Merlin bites down on his bottom lip, hips straining and pleading for more. The sweat is beading up on his skin, his body trembling when Arthur sinks down to his thickening knot only to lift up again. It's enough to make him see stars against his eyelids.]
Oh fuck, Arthur.
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[ Merlin's words drip over him like so much sweet syrup, relaxing him further and loosening him up until he can sink further down on him with ease. The sounds he makes beneath him flush his own cock a darker red; Arthur watches as he unravels beneath the wet squeeze of his hole, feeling a sudden flare of pride when Merlin tries to lean up — when he can't. It encourages Arthur to ride him a little harder, taking more of him in each time he grinds back down onto his cock. When he wraps an oiled hand a round his cock he sucks in a breath, hissing quickly, and his head drops back on a noisy groan when he begins to pump himself in earnest. ]
Fuck.
[ And Arthur imagines it all. Merlin touching himself, wanking his cock and being unable to come without him; Merlin's lips wrapped around his prick to suck down his come and lick him clean. His arse clenches tight, worshipping the curve of Merlin's length as he splits himself on it, until finally, finally, he's taking him down to his knot each time. The swell of it nudges his cheeks and has his lips slack with sensation; ]
Mated. That means —oh — I'm yours, then?
[ Arthur leans over him, his free hand bracing against Merlin's shoulder. He's panting with exertion now, riding him hard and fast, skin slapping against skin as they move together on the bed. It's infuriating — the heat inside him is getting worse, not better, and he moans harsh with frustration as his cock leaks into his palm. ]
Merlin ... Gods, Merlin, I need—
[ He needs his knot. Arthur slows his pace, sliding down so that Merlin's cockhead is buried deep inside him, before flipping them easily so that he's on his back with his legs spread wide. It's a little embarrassing — "like a new bride" — but he can't deny himself. Sore lips seek soft, plush ones as he arches up, pulling Merlin down; ]
Give it to me.
[ His demand isn't as quiet as he'd like, but right now? Arthur doesn't care. ]
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[It should be a question. He shouldn't presume that he can have the prince just because he's an Alpha. But Merlin knows that no one wants him more, no one will give him more, no one. No one loves Arthur more.
He moves with him, keeping his eyes open so he can watch every expression, every wave of pleasure that washes over Arthur's face. It feels amazing, dizzying in its sweetness but not enough. Arthur isn't his yet, not until he ties them together and fills him to overflowing. His magic is there again, practically levitating him off the bed before Arthur flips them.]
Hang on - oh gods, Arthur you're so hot.
[He leans forward and kisses him tenderly, a second time on the temple to taste his sweat.]
I'll take care of you. I swear I will.
[He's panting, so much of the oxygen needed that he barely has any left to give to the words. Merlin's eyes roam over him, the sheen of Arthur's skin and the spread of those beautiful thighs. He pushes his hips forward, watching his knot meet with resistance against Arthur's hole. He fucks into him for a few strokes, but Arthur's moans turn into half-whimpering, distressful sounds.]
Arthur, I have to - you have to take it now.
[He was ordered to give it to him, Merlin snaps his hips forward, pushing until Arthur's body does the one thing that Arthur never does, surrenders and lets his knot inside. It's enough to make Merlin cry out, practically scream when the orgasms tear from him.
It also shatters the mirror.
And the window.
And suddenly every candle and fireplace in the castle is alight.]
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[ For Arthur, it's that tender little kiss that closes his orgasm in around him. It takes him by surprise: a stark contrast to the fast pace of their fucking, and later he'll kick himself for thinking it but. For the first time in his life Arthur feels truly wanted. Needed, even — not for honour or duty, but for him. His free hand grasps at Merlin's shoulder, then the back of his neck, before finally anchoring itself in his hair, which he fists tightly between his fingers. ]
Please.
[ It's a strained, broken little whisper, because Pendragon's don't beg. They don't want to be taken care of — they take care of themselves — but in this moment he wants nothing more than to let Merlin do just that. He's a vision above him, all soft and sweaty and flushed with pleasure, and Arthur keens beneath him as he fucks in once, twice, three times.
And then he does it. The pressure of Merlin's knot forces him further open than he's ever been: his breath sticks in the back of his throat and he screws his eyes closed, pained, but when his hole finally yields it becomes white hot, toe-curling pleasure. His yelp of surprise is sharp and sweet; ]
Merlin! Gods, Merlin ... Merlin, I can't—
[ He belongs. Merlin belongs there inside him, fucking and filling him to the brim, and Arthur tosses his head to the side on a harsh cry as his own orgasm crashes over him. It heightens the feeling of fullness inside him as he clenches tight around Merlin's knot, and he can hear himself sobbing and babbling words of devotion as he spills over his fist and belly. It isn't his fault — his body is breaking with the sensation of being filled — with Merlin's cry and the crack of glass and the sudden burst of flames. it doesn't make sense, none of it does, but right now nothing matters other than taking every drop of Merlin's seed; ]
All of it. [ He clutches Merlin's shoulders tightly as he gasps and pants and shivers. ] Fill me up.
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Shh. Shh.
[Merlin soothes, because that's as much a part of his job as working his knot in. He brushes his lips against him, nuzzles Arthur's sweat-soaked hair and breathes in the scent. It's giving up more secrets of its own, telling Merlin all he needs to know about the prince's body.]
There's not another like you, Arthur.
[He rocks his hips forward with a soft grunt, making sure that he's in deep and not a drop of him spills out.]
My Omega. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
[Merlin settles down carefully, rubbing the coarse hair on the outside of Arthur's thigh. Emotion has taken back ground from his instincts, and Merlin wants to kiss more than he wants to fuck.]
You should rest now. Your heat's not over.
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[ Arthur huffs quietly at Merlin's words. He's too dizzy and lusty and fucked-out to remember that he should be protesting; that the aftermath of this should be chilled with betrayal. Instead there's only a warm voice and warm arms and gorgeously warm lips — there's Merlin calling him beautiful and telling him to rest. Not a bad idea, all things considered, since their enthusiastic mating has only just taken the edge off. Dimly, he wonders whether he'll ever be able to get enough. ]
Tch. I'm hardly tired out yet.
[ ... Still. Arthur can be petulant when he wants to be, even when it's quite obvious that a rest is the best course of action. He licks his lips and sinks back into the pillows, utterly boneless. It's a bone-deep feeling of goodness: Merlin is hot and slick inside him, slicker still for his seed, and Arthur rests his legs over sharp hips before pulling him down to kiss again. After all, the prospect that Merlin owns him is as unsettling as it is perfect, and right now kissing him seems the only appropriate course of action. ]
Mm. When.
[ Arthur blinks up at him slowly when he pulls away for breath. His hole twitches, squeezing Merlin's knot, and he hums a little in response, before sliding a hand down between their bodies to skim through his own come. His fingers rub gingerly at his abdomen; ]
... When will it be over, I mean.
[ He'd said all day and all night, yes, but what if that's not enough either? ]
And how do you know all this?
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[Up to his body, really. It's a fond murmur, Merlin smiling as he watches Arthur's fingers swirl through the fluid. He wants to lick them clean. But it's also a reminder that he'll have to get some water into Arthur before they go again, a challenge in and of itself when the prince's mind will return to a singular desire.
Merlin sighs and settles, kissing a line across one perfect collarbone. He rests his cheek there while his hips give a happy little wiggle. His voice sounds sleepy, but he knows that won't really come until Arthur's satisfied with him.]
Gaius made sure that I knew everything. He didn't think that an Alpha would be happy being a servant forever.
[He shrugs one of his bird-like shoulders as he traces patterns against Arthur's skin. A gold coin says that it's a heart.]
He was wrong. I'd be your servant for the rest of my life. I'm still your servant, you can just add fucking you senseless to my long long list of duties.
[Merlin grins at that before placing a wet, open-mouthed kiss against Arthur's jaw. It's hardly a chore.]
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[ There's a soft intake of breath as Merlin wiggles his hips against him. Arthur would like to say that he tosses him a dirty look for it but he can already hear himself groaning, sweet and willing, at the reminder of how deeply they're joined. Besides, the flutter of kisses placates him, although he does take a moment to look at Merlin hard despite it all. ]
And I'm sure you haven't thought of how ... claiming me ... might change your position within the castle.
[ But his own fingers are tracing the curve of Merlin's cheek, fascinated and gentle. ]
You knew. All along, you knew what I was. [ He corrects himself. ] What I am. How am I supposed to believe you? How can you only want to serve when ... when you could master me in a breath? [ And now he scoffs: ] Besides, my father isn't going let you stay when he finds out about us.
[ Which clenches his heart and stomach far too tightly. Merlin has fucked him, pushed his knot inside and tied himself there; mated him fully. To have him taken away would be to challenge that bond directly — to challenge the natural act of an Alpha taking an Omega. ]
He'll probably have you executed. [ Arthur pulls him up by his hair and kisses him deeply; desperately. ] Gods, Merlin ... he'll blame you for making me like this.
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[Did he just make up a word? He thinks he just made up a word.]
But to answer your question, no. I don't want your crown or your throne or you kingdom. It's all a bunch of listening to doddery old men and making nice with visiting nobles - and most of them are arses, take it from me.
[Normally, even Merlin wouldn't dare to say such things. But having the prince moaning around his cock seems the safest time to do it. That and the fact that Merlin might not have anything to lose - because Arthur speaks the truth as well. Merlin closes his eyes and kisses him back with equal fervor, whimpering into it. He's panting when it breaks, his voice soft even as his heart pounds like a drumbeat in his ears.]
I know you don't believe me, and I don't blame you. But everything that I've done is for you and you alone. You needed me, and I gave. And if I'm to die for it...I don't regret a thing.
[Merlin tries to sound brave, but he clings to Arthur, terrified of losing this perfect thing too soon.]
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[ Arthur considers him for a moment. It's peculiar: nothing seems to have changed about Merlin, despite the fact that he's got his cock up his arse and his neck on the chopping block (so to speak). He's still just himself; silly and sweet and joyful, and far too opinionated for his own good. Arthur almost even chuckles at his assessment of the nobles and their visitations. At the very least Merlin's right about that. ]
... Omegaly.
[ He drawls the world, raising an eyebrow as he contemplates cuffing him around the head. ]
Terribly sorry. I'll work harder on being a simpering little submissive, shall I? And you can start training with my knights and fighting people to make yourself more "Alphaly".
[ Because the underlying fact of the matter is that, whether he wants to or not, Arthur trusts Merlin. He's hurt, of course he is, and there'll be arguments when he's not struggling around his cock, but Merlin's words of loyalty and devotion are tender with sincerity. He'll be able to believe him in time; to forgive him for his deception, because if Arthur belongs to Merlin then surely Merlin belongs to him too.
Actually. There was no question in that. Merlin's been his bloody servant from day one. ]
You shouldn't throw your life away so easily, Merlin.
[ Soft now, and loving, as the heat surges through him to smooth the waters. ]
I won't let anyone harm you. [ He smiles wryly. ] My Alpha.